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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5917549" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><strong>Fen n' Festus sittin'ina tree...</strong></p><p></p><p>The half-elf druid and satyr ranger raced through the growth and mire with remarkable, trained speed. After a few minutes, they exited the "woods" of the swamp at the edge of a broad clearing of tall grasses.</p><p></p><p>They came to an abrupt halt as Buttercream appeared before them and stood, perpendicular to the two, in their way. She chittered and made a clicking sound over and over.</p><p></p><p>Fen tried to move around the ferret. She moved to block him. Festus tried to get around her back end and Buttercream looped back around to block him.</p><p></p><p>"What is it, Buttercream?! We must rejoin the others." Fen said with some annoyance.</p><p></p><p>The ferret then looped <em>back</em> around to the druid and threw her forepaws upon his chest. The unexpected move knocked the half-elf onto his back within the reeds and tall grass. Again she was making a *click* sound and repeating it.</p><p></p><p>The druid, in frustration, cast his order's sacred incantation to <em>speak with animals</em>. As the spell took effect, the half-elf's ears began to parse out the ferret's soft voice...</p><p></p><p>"<em>-zzzards...and they have them. Stay down!</em>" the ferret was saying as she again applied her weight to half-elf who was attempting to rise.</p><p></p><p>"What? Who has whom?" Fen said.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Oh! You've decided to listen now? Great. The lizards have them! The lizards with two-legs have the Hilltender. They're taking him away. Stay down. Stay quiet. They are leaving.</em>" Buttercream's soft feminine voice said to the druid. </p><p></p><p>"What is she saying?" Festus said. He'd crouched down beside the ferret and half-elf, unsure of what was going on, but sensing the urgency (not to mention the unorthodox behavior) of the creature.</p><p></p><p>"The lizardmen have Haelan." Fen translated. "What about the others?" Fen asked the ferret directly.</p><p></p><p>"<em>All of them. They took all of them. The wizard and the Hilltender were asleep. The dwarf was, of course, useless. The warrior and the elf couldn't fight them all. They were tending the wizard and the Hilltender. They're taking them away...but there are more. Close. Stay down. Stay quiet.</em>" Buttercream implored, turning to take a wiff of the air.</p><p></p><p>"Bugger." Fen said aloud.</p><p></p><p>"Whaaaat?!" Festus said in frustration.</p><p></p><p>"Lizardmen have captured the rest of the group. Be still and quiet. She says there are more about." Fen hastily explained in a harsh whisper.</p><p></p><p>"Bollux." the satyr muttered under his breath.</p><p></p><p>"<em>They're coming. Hide! Hide. Hide.</em>" Buttercream said and then slinked away, off of the druid and disappeared into the brush behind them.</p><p></p><p>Festus also had heard the breaking of reeds as something...or some things...presumably lizardmen, were nearing their position.</p><p></p><p>"We need to get out of here. They're heading this way...and getting close."</p><p></p><p>"Be still." the druid said. He too now heard the hissing and tromping of large feet moving through the grasses.</p><p></p><p>Naturally, the satyr didn't listen and poked his head, ever so cautiously, over the tops of the grass. The satyr's eyes nearly bulged out of his head to see a large muscled lizardman not ten feet from their position, and three more that he noted before the nearest creature turned and looked directly at him, its tongue flicking out into the air.</p><p></p><p>A loud hiss-turned-roar went up by the nearest creature and it jabbed into the grasses in Festus' direction. </p><p></p><p>"Think they've seen me." the satyr said with no hint of surprise or apology.</p><p></p><p>The half-elf's eyes widened as the bone-tipped spear broke through the grass very near his face. </p><p></p><p>"So much for hiding." said the half-elf, seeing no reason not to keep his voice down at this point. "RUN!"</p><p></p><p>The druid grabbed the satyr by the shoulder and the two took off back into the wood they had just passed through.</p><p></p><p>Hollow bellows of hissing went up behind them. No sooner had they re-entered the woods than the tromping of feet and the cracking and slashing sounds of breaking vegetation in a full out chase followed.</p><p></p><p>A single bone tipped spear thunk into a tree as the satyr and druid passed. In their rush, Fen couldn't attempt to use his druidic training, nor Festus his ranger skill for that matter, to be delicate or quiet in their surroundings. They just ran. Rushed. A couple of attempts to evade the pursuers by changing direction were quickly proven futile.</p><p></p><p>This was their swamp, Fen realized. They would not be avoided here. He grabbed the satyr's cloak to get his attention. Festus' face, when he turned, was a combination of shock, fear, and indignation. The satyr knew better than to say anything at this point but followed the druid's unspoken nod in a certain direction.</p><p></p><p>The two took off. The pursuers were not far enough behind to not be heard, but were not seen.</p><p></p><p>Festus prepared to leap over a vine-covered log when he was unexpected ripped back by the nape of his cloak and slammed, uncomfortably, with his back against a tree to the side of the path they'd been running down.</p><p></p><p>"OOMPH! Hey!" was all the satyr ranger was able to get out before Fen threw himself up against the satyr and widely spread his grey-green druid's cloak over the two of them.</p><p></p><p>"Wut're you..."Festus whispered into the druid's close neck.</p><p></p><p>"Don't...breathe." Fen replied in a harsh whisper.</p><p></p><p>The tromping got louder and louder. The hissing sounded as if it were upon their very heads. Then more trudging and splashing. The sound of claws over wood. More splashing. Then things got rather quiet. The soft "splsh" of legs moving slowly through water. More hissing.</p><p></p><p>Then a noise....a rustling?...something like a creaking rope...</p><p></p><p>Festus breathed as lightly as he could into the half-elf's chest. The half-elf, it seemed to the satyr's senses had completely stopped.</p><p></p><p>Then loud hisses and splashing erupted somewhere to Festus' left. Much louder than it had been. Bellows and hisses noises of severe movement...but only a few moments....then all was silent.</p><p></p><p>Slowly...almost imperceptibly slowly, Fen turned his head and backed away from the satyr and the tree. Festus had not noticed the druid turn his head, yet Fen was facing the direction of all of the noise.</p><p></p><p>Fen took a step back, then two. Festus exhaled loudly. "Well we lost...them?"</p><p></p><p>The ranger's statement/question trailed off from its originally intended lightheartedness as he followed the druid's gaze. </p><p></p><p>Five practically grey lizardmen hung, in various stages of mummification by vines they came down and wrapped about the creatures in ever more number, were being slowly lifted off out of the swamp and into the canopy above.</p><p></p><p>"Uhhhh..." Festus began not sure what to say before blurting loudly, "YOU, my good druid, are the MAN!...well, half-man, but still. That was fraggin' BRILLIANT!"</p><p></p><p>"Be still." hissed the druid. "There may be more. But for now, let's go after the others." Fen said without concern or emotion and turned to return the way they'd come. His enchanted cloak flowing in colors of green and grey and brown, making him nearly invisible in the green and grey and brown terrain.</p><p></p><p>"Right! time to rescue our fellows." Festus said a bit too cheerily.</p><p></p><p>"And Festus...that had better have been your falchion's pommel I felt against my thigh." the druid said quietly.</p><p></p><p>"Hey! A satyr's got needs, man. That's the most bodily contact I've had with somethin' not tryin' to kill us since...since before we left Bridgetower!" the satyr defended unapologetic. Then, more to himself than Fen he repeated, "...man does a satyr's got needs..."</p><p></p><p>Again, the half-elf druid and all-too-satyr ranger made their way, more slowly and silently out of the swamp-wood.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5917549, member: 92511"] [b]Fen n' Festus sittin'ina tree...[/b] The half-elf druid and satyr ranger raced through the growth and mire with remarkable, trained speed. After a few minutes, they exited the "woods" of the swamp at the edge of a broad clearing of tall grasses. They came to an abrupt halt as Buttercream appeared before them and stood, perpendicular to the two, in their way. She chittered and made a clicking sound over and over. Fen tried to move around the ferret. She moved to block him. Festus tried to get around her back end and Buttercream looped back around to block him. "What is it, Buttercream?! We must rejoin the others." Fen said with some annoyance. The ferret then looped [I]back[/I] around to the druid and threw her forepaws upon his chest. The unexpected move knocked the half-elf onto his back within the reeds and tall grass. Again she was making a *click* sound and repeating it. The druid, in frustration, cast his order's sacred incantation to [I]speak with animals[/I]. As the spell took effect, the half-elf's ears began to parse out the ferret's soft voice... "[I]-zzzards...and they have them. Stay down![/I]" the ferret was saying as she again applied her weight to half-elf who was attempting to rise. "What? Who has whom?" Fen said. "[I]Oh! You've decided to listen now? Great. The lizards have them! The lizards with two-legs have the Hilltender. They're taking him away. Stay down. Stay quiet. They are leaving.[/I]" Buttercream's soft feminine voice said to the druid. "What is she saying?" Festus said. He'd crouched down beside the ferret and half-elf, unsure of what was going on, but sensing the urgency (not to mention the unorthodox behavior) of the creature. "The lizardmen have Haelan." Fen translated. "What about the others?" Fen asked the ferret directly. "[I]All of them. They took all of them. The wizard and the Hilltender were asleep. The dwarf was, of course, useless. The warrior and the elf couldn't fight them all. They were tending the wizard and the Hilltender. They're taking them away...but there are more. Close. Stay down. Stay quiet.[/I]" Buttercream implored, turning to take a wiff of the air. "Bugger." Fen said aloud. "Whaaaat?!" Festus said in frustration. "Lizardmen have captured the rest of the group. Be still and quiet. She says there are more about." Fen hastily explained in a harsh whisper. "Bollux." the satyr muttered under his breath. "[I]They're coming. Hide! Hide. Hide.[/I]" Buttercream said and then slinked away, off of the druid and disappeared into the brush behind them. Festus also had heard the breaking of reeds as something...or some things...presumably lizardmen, were nearing their position. "We need to get out of here. They're heading this way...and getting close." "Be still." the druid said. He too now heard the hissing and tromping of large feet moving through the grasses. Naturally, the satyr didn't listen and poked his head, ever so cautiously, over the tops of the grass. The satyr's eyes nearly bulged out of his head to see a large muscled lizardman not ten feet from their position, and three more that he noted before the nearest creature turned and looked directly at him, its tongue flicking out into the air. A loud hiss-turned-roar went up by the nearest creature and it jabbed into the grasses in Festus' direction. "Think they've seen me." the satyr said with no hint of surprise or apology. The half-elf's eyes widened as the bone-tipped spear broke through the grass very near his face. "So much for hiding." said the half-elf, seeing no reason not to keep his voice down at this point. "RUN!" The druid grabbed the satyr by the shoulder and the two took off back into the wood they had just passed through. Hollow bellows of hissing went up behind them. No sooner had they re-entered the woods than the tromping of feet and the cracking and slashing sounds of breaking vegetation in a full out chase followed. A single bone tipped spear thunk into a tree as the satyr and druid passed. In their rush, Fen couldn't attempt to use his druidic training, nor Festus his ranger skill for that matter, to be delicate or quiet in their surroundings. They just ran. Rushed. A couple of attempts to evade the pursuers by changing direction were quickly proven futile. This was their swamp, Fen realized. They would not be avoided here. He grabbed the satyr's cloak to get his attention. Festus' face, when he turned, was a combination of shock, fear, and indignation. The satyr knew better than to say anything at this point but followed the druid's unspoken nod in a certain direction. The two took off. The pursuers were not far enough behind to not be heard, but were not seen. Festus prepared to leap over a vine-covered log when he was unexpected ripped back by the nape of his cloak and slammed, uncomfortably, with his back against a tree to the side of the path they'd been running down. "OOMPH! Hey!" was all the satyr ranger was able to get out before Fen threw himself up against the satyr and widely spread his grey-green druid's cloak over the two of them. "Wut're you..."Festus whispered into the druid's close neck. "Don't...breathe." Fen replied in a harsh whisper. The tromping got louder and louder. The hissing sounded as if it were upon their very heads. Then more trudging and splashing. The sound of claws over wood. More splashing. Then things got rather quiet. The soft "splsh" of legs moving slowly through water. More hissing. Then a noise....a rustling?...something like a creaking rope... Festus breathed as lightly as he could into the half-elf's chest. The half-elf, it seemed to the satyr's senses had completely stopped. Then loud hisses and splashing erupted somewhere to Festus' left. Much louder than it had been. Bellows and hisses noises of severe movement...but only a few moments....then all was silent. Slowly...almost imperceptibly slowly, Fen turned his head and backed away from the satyr and the tree. Festus had not noticed the druid turn his head, yet Fen was facing the direction of all of the noise. Fen took a step back, then two. Festus exhaled loudly. "Well we lost...them?" The ranger's statement/question trailed off from its originally intended lightheartedness as he followed the druid's gaze. Five practically grey lizardmen hung, in various stages of mummification by vines they came down and wrapped about the creatures in ever more number, were being slowly lifted off out of the swamp and into the canopy above. "Uhhhh..." Festus began not sure what to say before blurting loudly, "YOU, my good druid, are the MAN!...well, half-man, but still. That was fraggin' BRILLIANT!" "Be still." hissed the druid. "There may be more. But for now, let's go after the others." Fen said without concern or emotion and turned to return the way they'd come. His enchanted cloak flowing in colors of green and grey and brown, making him nearly invisible in the green and grey and brown terrain. "Right! time to rescue our fellows." Festus said a bit too cheerily. "And Festus...that had better have been your falchion's pommel I felt against my thigh." the druid said quietly. "Hey! A satyr's got needs, man. That's the most bodily contact I've had with somethin' not tryin' to kill us since...since before we left Bridgetower!" the satyr defended unapologetic. Then, more to himself than Fen he repeated, "...man does a satyr's got needs..." Again, the half-elf druid and all-too-satyr ranger made their way, more slowly and silently out of the swamp-wood. [/QUOTE]
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